Roman's frown deepened, irritation flickering beneath the surface. "And what does that even mean?"
Noah tilted his head slightly, as if considering him. Then, casually, he added, "How about your wife?"
Roman almost responded, then stopped.
"I haven't seen her," Noah continued, his tone easy. "Though I've heard quite a bit. Thought I might run into her by now."
The hallway felt quieter suddenly, the distant hum of the house fading into the background.
Roman's eyes narrowed. "Focus on your job," he said flatly. "And stay out of my business."
Noah opened his mouth, perhaps to respond, but footsteps cut in before he could.
Vance appeared at the end of the hallway, his presence immediate, controlled. His gaze moved between them, assessing. "Is there a problem here?" he asked as he approached.
Roman shifted slightly, ready to speak, but Noah beat him to it.
"I'm ready now," Noah said smoothly, turning toward Vance. "Shall we?"
